Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.